king crimson in argentina
robert, king crimson in buenos aires, that is in your hands, thanks for all the good music.
It’s to be hoped that the dog that can be heard barking at the start of the set got out of the way before being flattened [endtease]by the remorseless brute-force of Vrooom that howls and bays from the stage of the Broadway. One can only speculate on what the poor pooch would have made of the snorting bull that hoofs about during Red or the honking pachyderm wassailing during Elephant Talk, not forgetting that plucky mouse and its heavy-duty squeaking during the same song. Let’s pray the dear doggie ran for cover as the flock of birds swooped down during Matte. Well, you get the idea; a truely wild beast of a gig with Crim on form and heading toward the top of the big game. No animals were harmed during the making of this recording. I hope.
